The puppy got my kaleidoscope

Day 8. Prompt: write a poem about a thing – a thing poem
I wanted to try a triolet, what a fun thing to do!

The puppy got my kaleidoscope
It’s damaged but it kept its views
It speaks to me of feathered hope
The puppy got my kaleidoscope
It can’t be fixed with paint or soap
But I’ll still wallow in its hues
The puppy got my kaleidoscope
It’s damaged but it kept its views

Bonus poem about nothing…

He says thoughts become things
but I am done with things I think
it’s nothings that I crave.